I’d show you a picture, but the story is about the after picture, and the before picture was far more interesting.
In October, painters gave my office a fresh coat of paint. As the paint dried, a fly stuck to the wall. For the past three or four months, I’ve looked up at that fly each day and wondered how it would finally come down.
Today I learned the end of the story.
My officemate, who daily uses a table along the wall where the fly has been stuck for three or four months, looked up and noticed the fly for the first time today. She promptly grabbed a tissue and removed it.
Only a splotch remains on the wall. Goodbye, old friend.
